[Her fingers trail down his cheek, knowing what he means by hurt. He'd bitten her before, a thousand times before but this was something else, something that could hurt her, and him if it went wrong but the simple fact that he was desperate not to, told Rose that they'd be okay.]

You won't, I promise. [Meeting his gaze, the blue of his eyes reminding her of the royal lines, like the Ozeras, the intense color, dark hair, pale skin. He was achingly beautiful, even by Moroi standards, a race who seemed to have been born to turn the heads of all they passed. She'd never seen a Moroi who could take her breath away the way that he took hers.]

It'll sting at first but then... [There was an excitement in her eyes that she couldn't hide even if she wanted to. She knew this feeling, craved it every time he bit her neck only this time it would be more than just the memory, the anticipation. This time the bloss would overwhelm her.]

You'll see, just trust me. [She tilts her head a further, leaning closer, breathing already changing, heart already hammering, hand moving to cup the back of his head as she draws him in.] You'll feel when you've had enough.